London had not been this big, he was sure, when he had last ventured into the city, almost twenty decades ago now. He was sure, however, it should not take more than five minutes, he was sure, to go from the docks to Miss Louisa's house. But aparently it took longer, much longer. But they finally arrived, and while the driver unloaded his trunk from the roof, Makepeace went to the front door and knocked, hoping that mid-afternoon was not too late to meet Miss Louisa, or that she would have given away his room in his absence.